Darkness reigned. Night came at the city below but not in silence. The winds howled through the many branches. Drops of rain reached the leaves, bursting open upon impact, creating a watery mist that impaired the vision.
Weather, like the change of day and night, wasn't reliable. It could change on a whim. Whose whim wasn't clear but the Wrixians did shut themselves inside, praying to the Old One. Even the noise of nature couldn't drown the hymns resonating through the city.
Hex moved through the empty alleys, hooded under his robe and hidden inside the Veil of Death. A bit of overkill perhaps. Surely, no one would be interested in peeping through their windows in such weather. Yet, he didn't disperse his cover. Precautions were never enough and secrecy provided a tangible power over others. If nothing else, he had learned at least that much from his experience against the Divine Lord and the Dawnbringers.
